Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bahamas and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Unrelated Segments to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Rites of Spring,
Talk Talk,
Michelle Simonal,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Animal Collective,
The Fugs,
The Mojo Men,
A Flock of Seagulls,
MDC,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Flag,
The Flesh Eaters,
Magazine,
Kaleidoscope,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Massinfluence,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mandrill,
Lightning Bolt,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Basic Channel,
X-101,
The Move,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dennis Brown,
the Sonics,
Outsiders,
The Searchers,
Grauzone,
Scan 7,
Second Layer,
Audionom,
The Young Rascals,
Boredoms,
The Monks,
Stereo Dub,
Can,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Althea and Donna,
Jesper Dahlback,
Camberwell Now,
Vainqueur,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pussy Galore,
The Gories,
Hot Snakes,
Sound Behaviour,
June of 44,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Siglo XX,
Lindisfarne,
Joey Negro,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.